Being in Haiti is hard.
Working in Haiti is hard.
Accomplishing tasks, goals, dreams in Haiti is hard.
This trip it all has just seemed hard. Too hard.
This trip I seem to have been inundated with the negative, with what's not working, with what's wrong with everything. Those negative thoughts have been eating away at me. I see what has not changed, what has not been accomplished in the three years I've really been working with Gertrude. I see the dreams that have been sidelined, put on hold, changed all together.
I see my own lack of development in language--I'm not much more able to speak Creole now than when I came last year. How can that be? How can I be so lacking in language skills after spending five months here? What wasted opportunity.
I have struggled to see any positive impact on this little corner of Haiti in spite of the efforts of so many people over the years--why bother continuing? What's the point?
I'll be honest--this trip, I've felt like packing it up, saying I can't do it. Saying it's too much for me. Maybe somebody else can succeed where I have not.
Then God sent hope.
Hope came with Rachel and Gloria. They came to talk with me and saw only the possibilities of Notre Maison/St. Joe's and Providence Guesthouse.
I saw broken walls, dirty cement, and bland decor. They saw ministry opportunities for excited teams. I saw crowded, hot bedrooms, and they saw service opportunities awaiting because teams would be staying onsite. I heard loud, noisy children running amok. They heard voices raised in VBS songs praising God. I saw gardens that hadn't bloomed in some time. They saw ministry in sustainability projects by people willing to stay for 3-6 weeks to focus on a specific project.
God put the very people that I needed in my path today.
Am I tired? Yes.
Does it seem overwhelming? Yes.
Will I give up? No.
Tomorrow will be just as hard as today. And next week, next month, next year will be hard as well.
But, I remind myself to focus on the positive more than the negative. To see the possibility.
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